At this time, in Area B of the clearance mission of the front outpost, the team led by Second Lieutenant Millsap had been waiting for a full eight minutes.

For eight minutes, each of them was restless inside.

It is naturally impossible for human beings to travel more than ten kilometers to look at the scenes in the distance, so they did not see how many thrilling pictures were staged on the other side of the snowfield, but faintly from the refraction of the sunset, they seemed to be able to see the other side of the golden sky, and there were some strange rays of light that reflected the sky into another color.

They knew that it meant artillery fire, explosions, smoke rising from the ground, a deafening roar.

But they can't do anything, they can only wait, waiting for the man who has known them for less than half a month to bring themselves a miracle.

"How long?" Millsap asked again.

During this time, he had asked about time no less than a dozen times, as if the anxiety in his heart had deprived him of the perception of time.

"Nine minutes," one of the soldiers next to him replied softly.

Sherlock said that he waited for ten minutes, and now that nine minutes have passed, these soldiers don't know if there is some kind of conversion between time and probability, but the person has not returned, does it mean that this mission has a 90% chance of failure?

Millsap closed his eyes, reason and the expectation of a miracle had a tragic confrontation in his mind, and the soldier's vocation and the inexplicable trust in the man also started a fight, and in the end, reason and vocation, defeated the latter. 、

"Line up!"

He shouted.

This voice shattered everyone's last luck in an instant.

I lost

No, it should be said, they knew this outcome in the first place, but the man had ignited some unrealistic hope for this battle, and now, this hope was only extinguished by reason, so no one would blame the man named Sherlock, but they felt a little lost, and at the same time secretly hoped that the man would be fine

The reality is like this, the gap in strength cannot be made up by utopia, and there must be winners and losers in competition, and the most important thing at the moment is that the task must not fail!

At this moment, the soldiers in the field were trying their best to forget this absurd competition, and then showed the military quality that an imperial soldier should have, there should be no luck, no unwillingness, and no loss.

Millsap rubbed his face to free himself from some of his emotions, opened his mouth, and had just given the order to prepare for an attack

But suddenly!

He felt something vibrate under his feet.

Subconsciously, he lowered his head, and then saw some snow particles at his feet trembling, and then shook higher and higher, along with the ground there was a visible roar and trembling, he raised his head in disbelief, looked at the side of the battlefield, and was reflected by the dazzling light of the snow, a snowy waterfall falling from the ground to the sky was galloping, the speed was so fast, driving the ground under his feet, like the most dense drum rumbling hammer in everyone's hearts.

It's a little incredible, although this moment is like being in a ridiculous dream, but that guy. Really back.

After witnessing the thrilling scene of the first 10 minutes, the battle in the next hour seemed extremely logical, under the influence of double demonic sedatives, almost all the demons in the entire mission B area lost their vitality, turned into wood with a pestle on the ground, and the purging mission also turned into a one-sided slaughter.

On the other side, Major General Ulysses lost the most important strategic material, and the entire formation of the team was completely destroyed by Sherlock, wasting a full 5 minutes of ammunition pouring, and the muzzle of the mortar also needed to cool down for a while, and he also lost several war vehicles and mobile heavy artillery.

Under the combination of all kinds of negative events, this team can almost be called a remnant army.

But even in this case, this undead corps still did not have the slightest discouragement, but broke out with an even more terrible execution, just using the manpower of the ground infantry to fight, and the fire suppression of several rushing vehicles that rushed over, it completed the task incredibly quickly, and in terms of time, it was not much slower than the team led by Second Lieutenant Millsap.

Three hours later, the blockade line of the 404 theater was opened, and the team that greeted the triumphant return of this mission had been repeatedly emphasized before, this was an extremely simple clean-up mission, and the reason why the word "triumphant return" was used was because the base was very unusually made the momentum very public, not only specially sent a medical team to the mission area to escort a few wounded, but the leaders of the war zone also personally walked out of the barracks to the rear of the blockade line to greet them.

The first to come back was the team of Major General Ulysses.

In the final stage of this mission, this team showed a terrifying execution that far surpassed that of other units on the Imperial front, and in a very short period of time, they killed not a single demon in the entire mission area.

In fact, the task of purging only needs to clean up the multiple groups of demons that have gathered, and the remaining scattered individual demons, even if they are left alone, there will be no problem, but this battalion is like obsessive-compulsive disorder, killing all the demons in the entire range, regardless of size, according to normal times, this kind of behavior seems to be rigorous, but today, it is full of anger.

In the first five minutes of the mission, they consumed 90% of the ammunition of the entire mission, and they paid for the loss of weapons of six combat vehicles and two mobile heavy guns, but fortunately, no one was seriously injured, at most they went back to recuperate for half a month, and the two veterans with fractures only needed to soak in a week's repair solution before returning to the battlefield.

Therefore, in terms of personal military quality, display of firepower, execution, avoidance of injuries, etc., Ulysses's team is impeccable, and their return is still as usual, silent, solemn, and worthy of respect, but in this most common atmosphere, there seem to be some emotions that are not usually felt.

For example, doubt, confusion, shock, remorse, self-blame, etc., etc.

Mixed together, it seems incomparably complicated, but at the end of the day, you can actually taste the common point.

It's just unwilling and angry.

However, there is no way to be unwilling, and there is no window for anger to vent, after all, they just watched the thief steal the most valuable materials in this mission in front of their own eyes.

They stopped it, but they didn't, so who is to blame?

At this moment, a field ambulance drove into the base quickly, and then several military doctors hurriedly jumped down, trotted to the back of the car, dragged a temporary stretcher, and carried out a wounded man.

Said to be a wounded, in fact, this person is just a little tattered, there are a few burnt marks on the hem of the clothes, in fact, there is no injury on the body, but snoring and sleeping very sweetly, in the process of carrying the stretcher, because of the bumps and chirp, turned over.

Although everyone knows that this person certainly does not have a heart.

However, it is very sarcastic. Scratched the butt.

(End of chapter)